in diversity there is unity
The love seat’s crush on the recliner, went unrequited as he had no desire, to kick back with any two seater, or sofa that doubles as sleeper.
With you beside me, together seat three. Her plea was gentle, supple. Discreet.
The recliner declined, but was open to friendship, for he’d already chosen another room member. Same cloth. The ottoman’s company he sought.
A room of diversity, the mirror reflected, works when each piece is uniquely accepted.



